Voice

[bindsthedead]

-Is this working? I hope it is. [The words are have muttered, since Sabriel's speaking to herself. Then she takes a deep breath, and speaks, her words much clearer as she's now speaking into the microphone. Her tone is also a lot more formal.]

Greetings. My name is Sabriel, and I'm a recent arrival here- I'd like to do my best to help, so if anyone has need of me, I will do my best to help. I have some skill in Charter magic and swordplay and I- [Sabriel almost says 'I'm a necromancer' but thinks better of it- best to avoid misunderstandings.] I have training in dealing with the restless Dead.

Also, I understand that a creature from my world is here. His name is Mogget, and I would like to find him as soon as possible. [And Sabriel's tone abruptly changes. The formality fades, and her voice becomes more urgent.]

And for everyone's sake, don't try to remove his collar!

Comments

[bindsthedead]

What are they? Why is one of them inside of my blood?

[themogget]

[Mogget sighs, then yawns widely.]

Astarael's get. [He says. It's interesting. He's rarely been able to speak of it so freely before.] But you misspoke. It's two. Or did you forget the rhyme already?

[bindsthedead]

'Five Great Charters knit the land,
together linked, hand in hand,
One in the people who wear the crown,
Two in the folk who keep the Dead down,
Three and Five became stone and Mortar,
Four sees all in frozen water.'

[Sabriel recites the poem easily, and looks suprised as she does.]

So the second of the five is inside of me... But what does Astarael- or any of the bells- have to do with it?

[themogget]

[He closes his eyes and grows silent for several long moments - long enough that one might think he had fallen asleep. Damn Terciel for how he neglected the education of his daughter.]

You truly know nothing of where the bells gained their names. The history of the land of your birth. [His eyes open, pupils narrowed to thin slits.] How you managed to achieve anything at all at this age is beyond me.

[bindsthedead]

Then explain, instead of insulting me. Why do the bells have the names they do, and how is that connected to the Old Kingdom's history and the Great Charters?

[Sabriel's not even bothering to hide her annoyance- or her eagerness to know.]

[themogget]

[Ugh, but insulting her has so much more return value.]

I've told you enough already. [Mogget yawns.] Take me somewhere warm and let me sleep, and I'll tell you more later.

[bindsthedead]

But-

[Well, she should probably get somewhere warm herself. Sabriel scoops up Mogget and heads out, in search of shelter.]